You lit me
like a matchstick
but instead
of spreading
my light
you played
with me
and
then
left
me
to
b u r n
YOU ARE READING
eternally ephemeral [ poetry & prose ]
Poetry[ Previously titled Soothing Thoughts of the Clamorous Mind. ] Here are the- Words dripping out of my mouth like ink Vanishing into the blues on the brink Of whispered promises That make our hearts scratch with callouses. Or in short and simple way...
Burn
You lit me
like a matchstick
but instead
of spreading
my light
you played
with me
and
then
left
me
to
b u r n